Only it wasn’t me. The girl that looked back at me was ... just not me. She was pretty. I couldn’t tell the color of her eyes but they looked star...led like something had just slapped her. She was wearing a shawl and a dark dress that was buttoned up all the way under her chin.Oh my god! It happened. I’m in a different person. I’m so sorry, Kyle. What do I do now?“Who are you?” My host was panicking. How did she even know I was here? I didn’t try to do anything. I was panicking. She should just. It was such a strange situation to be administering this painful punishment on my captor rather than it be the other way around. As I continued my onslaught mistress was now fucking belle’s pussy with three of her fingers as belle orgasmed again mistress pushed two fingers into belle’s ass without any prior relaxing or lubricating causing belle to cry out in pain. “Sorry child I’ll be more careful” mistress whimpered Belle did not. She had not been strapped to the frame; she had been bound to the frame withwire. The girl was aware of a new figure entering the room. She tried to turn herhead to see who it was, but the wire passed through her tongue and wound roundthe rung in front of her prevented any but the smallest movement. Then she was aware of the newcomer coming close to her, aware of soft femalehands stroking her, aware of expensive perfume? a perfume she recognised. The girl felt a leather-gloved hand stroke. All I could say was I wanted to fuck her feet. As there were too many people to really sneak away together without being noticed she suggested I fuck her flip flops. So we put together a little plan for her to provide me the opportunity. There was an upstairs bathroom of the house we were at that was being used, so we planned that she would leave her flip flops just outside the bathroom door in some sort of fashion. Once I saw her return to the party barefoot (being barefoot for Tammy wasn’t.